Los Angeles daily herald., 1887-09-17
CHINESE WEDDINGS.
Heathens United BY Christian
Bonds.

| Bonds.
A visitor to Chinatown yesterday
afternoon would have noticed that
something unusual was on foot.
Groups of blear-eyed Mongolians
stood outside their dilapidated shan
ties, chattering in an excited manner,
! gazing in the meanwhile at one of the
little residences, outside which hack
was standing. A HERALD reporter
who happened to be on the scene,
| thirsting for knowledge, approached
| one of the little groups and inquired
as to the cause of so much commo-
tion.
Heap mallage pletty soon, alice
samee Mellican mallage, you wait and
see," poured forth from the lips OF a
beetle-browed heather in response to
the query, and at that moment from
the domicile in question emerged the
principal actors in the festivities. Ac.
companied by their future lofds and
masters two fantasies in the peculiar
robes affected by the descendants OF
Pan-Ku (the Chinese ADAM
tripped in their own peculiar
fashion across the sidewalk
and into the carriage, followed
closely by the bridegrooms, each OF
whom was attired in the full fiedgings
of Chinese dude. Away rolled the
hack amid chorus of Chinese con-
gratulations (the notes of which the
reporter has unfortunately LOST, and
the scribe, anxious to see the affair to
the "bitter end," travelled a la Weston
to the Courthouse, at which historic
edifice he arrived just as the last Occi-
dental was stepping from the hack.
Up the stairs towards Judge O'Mel-
veny's courtroom they went, and. the
news of the unusual occurrence spread
ing quickly through the building
caused rush of the curious which
made the old stairs creak again
with their unwonted load. The
ladies of the abstract company
mustered in full force, and an
other reinforcement arrived from
the Recorders branch to do honor to
the occasion; but alas all were ap-
parently doomed to disappointment.
With smiles "childlike and bland"
the would-be Benedicts entered, not
into the public courtroom but into
the private sanctum sanctorum OF the
Judge who rules over the destinies of
Department 3, and as the last one
passed through the portals an able
deputy appeared upon the scene and
locked the door. ''Oh, what horrid
shame!" and such like CALCULATIONS
from the lips of the fair penmaids fol-
lowed this proceeding, and they stood
outside discussing the situation, while
some of the more enterprlslng
turned their attentions to the
keyhole. But one pertinacious miss
finally solved the problem. "By going
to the map room they could see every
thing" she said, and in that direc-
ton rush was instantly made, 1.-The
sound of rustling skirts reminding one
of the sound of orange-laden zephyrs
soughing through corn field" as a po-
etic Young rancher said, who was pres
eDt. From this point of vantage all was
plain sailing. There could be seen
group of Confucians, their faces bear
ing heavenly (?) smiles, surrounding
the two happy couples who sat de-
murely side by side while the law
dispenser went through the ceremonies
which the occasion called forth. "Look
out, Judge, you're marrying the wrong
man" some one suggested, as Judge
O'Melveny spoke to an individual
whose face bore an expression of
unusual happiness, but the genial
jurist evidently knew what he was
about, and after signing two or three
formidable documents, he announced
that the ceremony was over. "Salute
the bride, Judge" interpolated one of
the laughing femininities, who had
deserted her recording desk to safe
her Eve-like curiosity, but he only
smiled sickly smile in response, and
waving his visitors adieu, the door
was thrown open, and, amid the
scathing criticisms of all present, the
happy quartette descended the stairs,
re-entered their carriage and were
soon lost to sight in the whirligig of
the outer world.